Welcome to my new fanfiction! However this shall be my last nightmare fanfiction and althought this chapter is upbeat it's gonna get quite nasty later in then story. thanks for all the reviews, follows and favourites for Nightmare III - Brothers In Arms. Please read and if you like it please review, I love reviews. All punctuation, grammar and spelling errors are all mine and I'm open to contructive critism as i always want to improve my writing.

The sulty sound of bagpipes echoed through the glen know as Scotland and settled within the hearts of the many that came to this beautiful country despite the heavy downpours that could drown local villages in the vital liquid known as water. Sun peirced the clouds that protected the coutryside from harm and provided excellent lighting for the superb rolling landscape of the highlands. Nothing but spectacular scenery for miles, perfect holiday, Tintin thought, sighing as he began to make his way to the cafe in the holiday park where Myles and the Captain where more than likely awaiting his company. They had been there a week already and he had spent the first two of those days sleeping but for the first time in a while he actually felt like his old self. He made his way from the chatel to the cafe, soaking in the absorbant sun rays as he did so. As he came within range of the cafe, he noticed Myles sitting alone, sipping a large mug of tea, trying his very best not to spill it. The Captain was noticably absent though as he walked through the double doors. He waltzed in wearing nothing but a normal red tshirt with jeans and trainers and the incting aroma of smoked salmon and shortbread hit his nose directly making him inhale the sweet smell of Scotland. He made his way over to the table to see Myles nibbing a peice of shortbread, having put his tea to his side.

"Hiya Bro!" Myles said as Tintin sat down. "Me and the Captain woke up a bit earlier and we didn't want to distrub you. I hope you didn't mind?"

"Of course not, It's called a holiday for a reason" Tintin smiled as he sat down beside Myles. "We're supposed to be enjoying ourselves, Where's the Captain?"

"Oh he nipped out, So enjoying yourself?" Myles asked.

"Sort of, the first few days of caughting sleep was quite nice, It's quite good to see the scottish landscape again"

Myles took another sip of his tea and eyed him up suspiscously.

"Again? You've been up Scotland before? You've never mentioned it to me before"

"It was a long time ago. It wasn't exactly a good experience"

Tintin went quiet, concerning Myles greatly and something told him that it was a bad memory so he decided not to push him. Nothing was going to stand in the way of a perfect holiday. That was when Myles noticed something interesting in the paper.

Black Island: Haunted?

"Hey Bro, Look at this?"

Tintin's eyes widerned when he saw the article but he tried his best not to let let Myles see how bothered he was by what was written in the article.

"So what, everyone knows that ghosts do not exist even if the locals are suspicious especially after what happened last time" He replied hurridly not really realising what he had said out loud.

"Why? What happened last time?"

"I'm just speculating, how would I know" he said quietly. Following that Tintin stood up and began to make his way out.

"Tintin?"

"I need some air, I'll be back soon"

Myles watched as Tintin left, feeling like it was his fault. So much for the perfect holiday. A few minuets after Tintin left, the Captain arrived back. He saw how peed off Myles looked as he stood up and grabbed his coat hurridly.

"Myles whats wrong?"

"I don't know but I need to talk to Tintin. Somethings bothering him and I need to know what it is?"

Why can't you just talk when there's something bothering you Myles thought.

yes its finally done, I can't believe it. Please review if you like the story. There's a nice twist and the next chapter is where the action and usual nightmare horror. Keep reading... See you next tim X